Someone once told me that heaven and hell exist here on Earth, and we experience them while we’re living. I wonder if John McCain feels that way? I wonder if he is simmering in hell everytime Sarah Palin opens her mouth.
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BooMan
Martin Longman a contributing editor at the Washington Monthly. He is also the founder of Booman Tribune and Progress Pond. He has a degree in philosophy from Western Michigan University.
Sarah Palin: the gift that keeps on giving.
You better believe he is – aren’t we all?
The stupid…it burns! I wonder if John ever has any regrets.
One can only hope.
l’d bet cindy’s making sure of it.
Hey, with all the secrecy and cloak and dagger stuff that happened during the Bush-Cheney years who’s to say she might not be right? Maybe there is a “Department of Law” that was created and no one knows about.
And with some of Obama’s embracing of large portions of the Bush secrecy doctrines maybe that’s part of the reason he has had such a love-fest in the media and no one there gives a serious look at all the scandalous rumors that have been circulating about him from day one?
Ever wonder why he seems to be given such a pass on everything? Ever wonder? Huh? I’m just SAYIN’!!! Think about it. Department of Law is protecting him……Yeeeeaaaahhh! Makes perfect sense.
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Damn, I’ve been spending way too much time around my teabagging family members. Their Glenn Beck-ism is rubbing off a little too much. Next thing you know I’ll be dressing up like Thomas Paine.
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The U.S. presidency with Italy’s executive power of Berlusconi. I wonder if she was recently invited to his Sicilian villa?
"But I will not let myself be reduced to silence."That’s why they call her “Moosellini.”
Funny, I was just thinking about how a good movie could be made extrapolating on the Palin Event. See, there’s this preening, self-righteous former POW who’s a senator from a southwestern state and a perennial presidential candidate. Through an odd combination of circumstances (or is there more here than meets the eye?), he finally actually wins the nomination.
But not before operatives from a shady, secretive cabal of religio-fascist conspirators infiltrate his campaign and persuade him to nominate an airhead beauty-contest runnerup as his VP. She was intended as insurance that his already incoherent campaign would sink like a stone, leaving the field clear for their anointed next president, who would complete the work of destruction so ably accomplished by the incumbent. The cabal’s guy was assured of victory in the general because he’d be running against a black guy with a funny name.
The plan doesn’t work. The cabal goes ballistic. It becomes personal. The cabal’s plans for the final destruction of the last vestiges of democracy are dashed by the unthinkable victory of the black guy. They blame it on the upstart POW and vow to do what it takes to make his life a living hell as a teachable moment for all who would challenge their right to rule. Instead of letting the airhead fade from view, they promote her on the talkshows and other entertainments, where she ups the ante on insane babbling by an order of magnitude. She culminates her magical mystery tour into madness by resigning in the middle of her first term as governor, explaining it would be “too easy” to finish out her term, and her decision has something to do with “loving Alaska”.
Every word from her, every appearance, is another poison dart in the hide of the POW. He starts longing to be back in Vietnam. Every idiocy from the now-former governor brings another round of “what in hell was he thinking? Or doesn’t he think?” Does he finally slip all the way over the edge? Does he wreak fiendish vengeance against the cabal? Does his shame and sorrow take him to a higher consciousness? Does he hijack a fighter plane? Stay tuned.
But,,, but… that’s what really happened! Except for one thing: The sara palin character really was (and still is) the fascist cabals’ pick for president. Fortunately, the country has moved on and they now find themselves up the proverbial creek without a paddle.